Our house

The adults sometimes get lost in a thousand pleasantries of circumstance, the children go straight to the point, without frills. Madina has no time to waste, we have to go and play and while she pulls me by the shirt towards the arcade she gives the most beautiful, truest answer. What is Sermig for you? She says it in Russian: dom, home. She has no doubts, no hesitation. Between a stolen candy and a mouth full of chocolates I manage to get another answer from her. What is your best memory? Here among the few words in Russian that we have learned together and the many words in Italian that you know, we still can't make a very long speech but it is enough: I was little, now I'm big. Even the mother confirms: as soon as we flew here, we were immediately welcomed well.

It's been two years since we met. The mothers confabulate for a long time to find the most appropriate words, so as not to forget any name among the volunteers, everyone should be thanked one by one, without leaving anyone out. There wasn't much to think about for them either.
To the question: what is Sermig? The answer was a chorus of THANKS!

But only with a thank you you do not write an article and then they try to specify by finding words to say something that you can not so much say. We are together, we live as a big family where we feel moral and material support. Before arriving here, we did not expect to be welcomed so warmly, together we helped each other and our living here is sometimes even fun and there is a special concern not only for the children but also for the parents of the children.

Many gifts have just appeared under the Christmas tree: Rita of the Chieri Red Cross brought them. The greatest gift, however, is that the medical examination this morning went well. Aizada is coming home soon. She meanwhile she calls Assiel. You want to know how we are. She is already at home but for her too Sermig is home too.

Arsenal of Harmony
Maria Claudia Brunello
NP January 2022